Tell Her, Mr. Moon - Poem by Seamus Whittington Crawford III

Beneath her chocolate hair, Are her eyes fixed upon your shining, round face? Has she just glanced up from life and seen you and maybe, just maybe, thought of me?

Or is someone holding her nowWhile whispers of desire tickle her ears?

Tell me, Mr. Moon, what’s she doing tonight?

Can she see you now just as I do? And is she thinking of us and how youWere onceOur true secret friend?

If you were a mirror, could I see her eyes right now?

Is she walking on a beach, hand in another’s? Or is she aloneWith me on her mind?

Tell me, Mr. Moon, what’s she doing tonight?

Can she feel me when I think of her? Hear me when I talk to her? Is she a lost lover ‘remembering when…? ’Or is she somebody’s else’s newfound friend?

Wanna let her know, Mr. Moon…That I can see her clearly on a night like this.

All five senses will never forget.I remember her taste, I remember her touch, I remember her look, I remember her voiceAnd, oh, I remember her smell...But it’s the sixth sense we shared that makes me ask: